They're With Me...

It never stops being fun to say those words and actually have something come from it... haha!

I expected last night to be fun and provide some interesting content for everyone's new favorite blog - "Betch, Please...", and it did not disappoint!

My friend works for a company that promotes events all over town (I think that's correct...) and was somehow involved in the Cinco de Mayo party at The Hudson Terrace. He thought that he would be able to get some friends in and he definitely pulled through in a big way (I think we had an entourage of about 12). The "word on the street" was that several of the Real Housewives of NY might stop by so that enticed my friend and coworker Julie to join us along with her extremely entertaining roommate - Juliette. However, once we arrived at the venue, it became obvious that one elevator was going to The Real Housewives Season Finale Party and the other was going to the Cinco de Mayo party on the roof. We were kind of bummed out but had a great time dancing the night away and enjoying $15 margaritas.

We wanted to keep it an early night and around 9:30 we thought we would head out so that I could get some packing done for my trip this weekend, etc. The elevator that brought us up was packed with people and we decided against that less than appealing experience and opted for the other elevator with only two people - which then stopped on the Real Housewives floor! Of course all three of us got off immediately, but it soon became clear that we would need to get by the bouncer in order to properly crash this party.

We discussed several options, but eventually just decided to go for it and see what happens. What's the worst they could do? Kick us out? We were leaving anyway. I walked in like I owned the place and didn't get a second glance, but he did notice that Julie and Juliette didn't have wristbands... Before anyone could say another word, I uttered the famously cliche phrase that the NY club scene is so famous for - "They're with me...". The bouncer let them pass (for some reason...guess those acting classes in high school and college paid off!) and we proceeded to sip wine and mingle with the classiest cougars that Bravo has to offer. All in all, a really successful evening. We even made some new friends out of a couple of drunk kind-of-related people (he was her cousin's step-brother I believe...) who were rocking a stolen sombrero and traded stolen maracas for wristbands to get them into the party. Impressive.

Now if I can just make it through work today, I'm off the hook for the rest of the week to celebrate (sister) Beth's graduation. Kill the fatted calf and stir the cheese grits! Drewfa's comin home!

Hot Jams, Tourists and Cougars - Oh My!!

A couple of things...

First of all, this new song by Amanda Blank is hilarious and fun! NSFW (pretty raunchy...), but upbeat and original with just the right amount of campy-ness. Enjoy!

http://www.rcrdlbl.com/artists/Amanda_Blank/track/Might_Like_You_Better

Now, as I was on my way to lunch this afternoon in midtown where I work, I noticed a couple of tourists staring at a large map looking very confused. I was about to go over and see if I could help navigate them somwhere when I realized that these people are idiots. Why on Earth do you need a map in midtown? Is there something confusing about 45, 46, 47?? If you are below Houston, it's perfectly understandable, but here...I just don't get it. Is it the avenues? It's also the 21st century. When in Rome...do as all pretentious New Yorkers do and use google maps or GPS on your smart phones. Get with the times people!

In other news, today is Cinco de Mayo! Me gusta! Just like every major holiday, I have big plans tonight. I will be accompanying several of my friends to the grand opening of the Hudson Terrace. The "Real" Housewives of New York are expected to be in attendance so if they show up, I'm sure some excellent tweets will come out of it. I hear they are an extremely classy bunch and I wouldn't expect any less from reality TV superstars. All I know is...there had better be drunk cougars dancing on tables by the end of the night.

Swine Flu Hits the House at Pooh Corner...

Goo Goo for GaGa

These are some pictures from the last GaGa show. There is no denying that this betch puts on one hell of a show...

Self Diagnosed ADD + Rainy Sunday = Blogging

Hello friends and welcome to my new blog - Betch, Please! This notion was born out of my feeling that I had too many ridiculous things to say to let them go to waste...and it's raining outside and I'm bored. As for the rather colorful title, I felt that it was absurd enough to reflect how I typically view the world and try to keep pretty much everything as entertaining as possible. I don't have any specific direction that I am planning on taking this, but like any new relationship, we'll take it slow and see where it goes.

Now that that's out of the way...I had a pretty interesting weekend. I was lucky enough to score some free tickets to the Lady GaGa show at Terminal 5 on Saturday. This betch is out of control...in a good way. A very good way. Anyone brave enough to wear bubble dresses and hairbows is worth seeing - even if it is cheesy pop music. To be honest, I don't really understand people that hate pop music. I feel like all music serves a purpose - no matter what the genre. It's just as much fun to listen to music that makes you want to dance and it is to listen to truly "good" music. It all depends on your mood and what feeling you're looking for at the time. Anyway, those are my thoughts on that. Your welcome.

Today has been unbelievably lazy. Neither Kibbe or myself have left the house and I wouldn't have had it any other way. We've watched such fantastic programs as "Legend of the Seeker", "House" and "Ugly Betty". Pretty diverse I would say! Sometimes one needs a day as lazy as this to recover from a stressful week. That's about it for now I suppose. Be back soon when I have dramatic news to report!